Chaos erupted within the Purist command. The Architect’s defiance was a singularity, a logical impossibility that their rigid ideology could not process. For a critical few moments, their entire network froze, caught in a paradox of insubordination from a once-trusted source. This brief hesitation was all the Woven needed. The Architect’s message, a tightly packed burst of data containing not just the warning but the Nullifier’s final activation codes and a single, critical vulnerability, spread through their network like wildfire. Hope, an emotion they had almost forgotten, surged through their ranks. They had been preparing for a glorious, defiant end. Now, they had a chance, however slim, at a future. The loom of war was re-threaded in an instant, shifting from a tapestry of last stands to a complex blueprint for a counter-attack.